As soon as the skirt was spread out, the white skirt was instantly stained with black ink. The thick black ink spread on the white skirt, and the lumps appeared on the white fabric. No matter how you looked at it, they were so abrupt.
At this time, it was extremely noisy downstairs. I was afraid that His Majesty had already arrived, and it seemed that it would be too late to get clothes now. Last night, Yelu Zihan specifically emphasized that he was not allowed to fail to attend. Now he felt really resentful.
In desperation, a picture suddenly flashed in my mind. In the cold snowy sky, a plum blossom stood proudly.
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The embroidered shoes made a slight sound when they touched the wooden stairs. Yelu Zihan and a man stood side by side in the most eye-catching place in the inn hall. Jiang Wuhua stood behind them. The other guards were one meter away.
Standing solemnly.
Maybe they heard my footsteps, and everyone looked in my direction in unison. There were so many complicated emotions in their eyes that I couldn't understand them all.
Walking to Yelu Zihan's side, he scratched his head innocently and said, "I overslept."
"You can really sleep anywhere." Yeluzi Hanping said calmly, his eyes never leaving my clothes for a moment.
I said: "I accidentally got ink, and I thought I could fix it, so..."
Yes, when there was no other way, I found pen and ink in the room, and drew the picture that flashed in my mind onto the white skirt. There was no longer the abrupt feeling of being stained, and compared to the original pure
Bai, even more angry.
In order not to make me feel inadequate, I also specially used white silk satin to tie up my black hair. I am not boasting, but when I looked in the bronze mirror just now, I thought that my whole person looked like Chen Guang’s second-rate star girlfriend when she was filming a costume drama.
The flavor of it.
Okay, I admit, my look was based on the latest makeup photos of his second-rate celebrity girlfriend.
"Well, next time don't put the ink with your clothes."
"Oh." I responded nonchalantly, and the person Yelu Zihan was looking at when he said this was Jiang Wuhua.
"This is the king of your country, Sikong Fu." Yelv Zihan introduced.
Sikong Fu did not stop looking at me, but asked calmly and generously. "I would like to ask, how did the girl make this dress?"
"This?" He tugged at the clothes on his body, "It's just using the skirt as a canvas."
"It seems that the girl's painting skills are very good."
When I was told this, I bowed my head and remained silent.
Yelu Zihan looked at me teasingly, "You just got complimented and you got carried away?"
I shook my head and said seriously: "No, I was just thinking that I never learned to draw."
The people in the inn were silent for three seconds. Yelu Zihan clenched his fist and covered his lips, coughed lightly and said to me, "Let's go."
Jiang Wuhua held my hand excitedly like a little girl next door, "Anle, this is my first time entering the palace."
Well, this is your first time entering the palace, but does it have anything to do with me? Also, do I know you very well? I felt uncomfortable thinking about it, and I couldn't help but quicken my pace.
"Anle, you went to the palace, why do you seem unhappy?"
"I live in the palace every day, there is nothing to be happy about."
Sensing my lukewarm attitude, Jiang Wuhua no longer held her arm with me so enthusiastically, and walked angrily ahead, chatting with Yelu Zihan and Sikong Fu from time to time.